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CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Honey Pie

"Honey pie you are making me crazy, I'm in love but I'm lazy, So won't you
please come home. Oh honey pie my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic."

"I can't get this," Alec whispered in partial frustration regarding his work in front of him. He sighed loudly as he scribbled messy notes into his black coil notebook. Magnus could feel the deep sigh within Alec through the tips of his fingers—which were freely roaming beneath Alec's dark blue-green cotton shirt. Magnus completely failed at the 'no interaction in school—have to be careful' sort-of-rule, set in place and it had only been a couple of hours since their incident in the hallway with Alec's sister, Isabelle—and Magnus was already trailing his hands everywhere underneath Alec's shirt. Alec was just that god damned tempting to Magnus—his skin so pale, fragile and soft—it was hard for Magnus to resist the needy urge to run his fingers over every strip of skin. Even given how hesitant Alec was to showing some type of affection, Magnus knew Alec desired it in the same ways as he did, anyway.

Biology class was a new found haven for the both of them as they realized; their spot at the far left corner at the back of the room was the absolute perfect spot to be discrete about things without any lingering eyes. Therefore preventing questions from being raised and allowing the pleasure to touch one another... In the simplest and quite possibly—in the future Magnus hoped—the dirtiest of ways. So that is how they ended up in the position that they were in: Magnus' left hand roaming tenderly against the groove of Alec's spine, their knees forcefully brushing against one another under the confines of the hooded lab desk. Magnus smiled as he studied the frustrated lines on Alec's forehead, as they became more and more prominent while they continued to do their work on chromosomes.

"Stop staring at me." Alec threw Magnus a strong glare as he anxiously fiddled with the pencil in his hand; a absent minded quirk Magnus instantly caught on to when Alec was even mildly frustrated. Somehow Alec deemed to have the most quirks Magnus had ever seen on a person before. The way he bit his lip nervously; the way he furrowed his eyebrows tightly together in concentration; the way he rubbed the back of his neck when biting his lip wouldn't suffice; the way he flexed his fingers out when he was confused; and now the way he fiddled with his pencil between his fingers, in frustration.

"You like it," Magnus winked and scraped his fingers over the small of Alec's back—a shiver running fast down Alec's spine.

"No I don't." Alec said dismissively, sighed again, and then placed his pencil upon his coil scribbler—closing it and shoving it away haphazardly. He swung around in his seat to face Magnus—Magnus' hand slipped away from under Alec's shirt, much to his dismay. "What are we doing today?" Alec was quick to change the subject, his eyes shinning with color.

"What would you like to do, lovely? Take another trip down to old man Penhallow's?" Magnus put forward for consideration. Possibly they could pick up what they had been doing the previous day.

"No—" Alec cut in sharply, blushing; his cheeks bathed in a deep red hue. It was very endearing to Magnus, that he could pull that demanding flush from Alec within mere seconds. "—I mean, I—I, don't want to almost get caught again." Alec offered a small half-hearted smile and shrugged his shoulders up.

"How about my house?" Magnus suggested with a seductive smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Alec made to protest, but Magnus interrupted him before he could do so. "Lovely, there's no need to worry about getting caught there. My father won't be home until late. And Sarah and Olive are making their rounds downtown for awhile." Alec knit his eyebrows together slightly in close thought, biting down on the right corner of his lip—causing a hot sweet tremor to shoot and scuttle its way across his nerves; spurring on his desires for Alec. Magnus might never admit to Alec how the things he did—as simple as his blush and the subtle lip bite—frustrated Magnus in a terribly disastrous sexual way.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good." Alec replied and turned back to face the front of the room in his seat. Magnus instantly returned his hand to Alec's back, trailing it up and under his shirt covertly; snaking his cold finger tips over Alec's heated flesh. They continued to do their Biology work on chromosomes in partial silence; finishing their work in no time with help from one another here and there. As the last bell rang, both made their way to their respected lockers—which happened to be on fairly opposite sides of the Academy. They met up outside on the large wide steps which lead up to the towering double doors leading into the schools front hall. They made minimal contact as they stood there, keeping a fair distance away from each other; as they had a few moments to talk to others. Alec was texting someone shortly—probably Jace or Isabelle, not doubt, to tell them he wouldn't be home for awhile.

Magnus spotted a shock of silver and black from the corner of his eye, walking in the direction of where Alec and Magnus stood. James and William snaked their way through the flood of people; both seemingly in a deep conversation with one another, leaning in close like that of long-time best friends. "Oh, hey." William said as he spotted Magnus, their eyes connected for a brief flash of a moment before William's gaze landed on Alec. It was then, in that moment, that again Magnus was reminded of the initial plan he had agreed to with William. Beforehand, it had completely slipped his mind. Magnus still didn't understand what the full extent of the plan was—or why it was brought up in the first place to begin with—in which he desperately wanted to know.

A sick feeling of dread dropped in the pit of his stomach. Looking at his blue eyed boy, brought Magnus to the realization of his own weakness; to give in to something so testy and or inevitably disastrous. He knew nothing good would come of this, but yet he didn't have the pure strength within himself to stop it. Because, on the inside, Magnus was weak, he was fragile; but only the mind after a substantial amount of time could tell him otherwise.

He could handle everything—he was going to. He felt capable enough to do so, but at the same time he had his doubts. "Alec," James beamed; a bright smile lighting up his face. His voice brought Magnus back to the present and away from his muddled mind. "I suppose Magnus has told you the plans for next week-end right?"

"Yeep, he has." Alec glanced over to Magnus for a quick second before returning his lake blue eyes to focus on James. Magnus could faintly tell by the almost unnoticeable tension within Alec's back and arms, that he wasn't comfortable being in the presence of William at all; that was already a given however. But he did stand his ground well; not giving into the leering glare William was throwing his way. Magnus hated that for some reason his best friend, William, had some unknown opium towards his blue eyed boy—a sort of maliciousness that Magnus couldn't touch base upon.

"Do you want to drive down with me and Tessa?" James asked, in which Alec smiled and nodded his head—complying easily. "And this time did you want to drive? I know you wanted to last time—"

"No! I, uhh, no. I—It's... Fine. I—" Alec stopped short. His chest was rising in an irregular rhythm and his eyebrows pinched dangerously together as his lower lip trembled in a sort of anxious way. Magnus looked towards him questioningly, raising his left eyebrow high upon his forehead. Magnus hadn't seen this type of reaction from Alec yet, and to be quite frank he literally felt the deep hidden anxiety rush from Alec in harsh beating waves. He didn't like it at all.

"Sorry Jem, if you don't mind, Alexander and I have previous... Arrangements to attend to." William shot Magnus a knowing look—very subtle and quick. Magnus dared to step that much closer to Alec. He was within reaching distance and that proved to be too much for either of them. He saw, with satisfaction, Alec's fingers reflexively reach out for him—but he stilled himself before it became obvious to James and William what he was about to do.

"Oh, don't mind us—we were headed down to Idris anyways." James turned to regard William, who was a stark contrast to himself. James was all light and silver, while William was dark and brooding. "We should head out now before it gets to late." James reached behind himself, into the back pocket of his light blue jeans revealing the keys to his vintage buggy.

"We'll talk to you later Magnus," William nodded his head with a cheap smile on his face and took a hold of James elbow—lightly—guiding him over to the parking lot. They fell out of site instantly as the swarm of students seemed to manifest and grow all around them. Magnus gestured with a tilt of his head for Alec to follow him over to the far right side of the parking lot, where his beautiful car was parked. Instead of the sun glinting off of the surface in harsh gleams, like it had done that morning; there was no sun in sight—and instead the sky was a deep somber grey, no blue in sight.

Alec and Magnus settled themselves into his car and quickly Magnus took to the streets, winding in and out of the new downtown district, turning off onto the hill tops which led to his estate. "What was that about back there?" Magnus questioned after minutes of comfortable silence.

"What was what about?" Alec asked hesitantly.

"When Jem asked you to drive—you just...Just..." Magnus trailed off, attempting to collect his thoughts and form a reasonable argument.

"I just... What?" Alec asked a bit more forcefully this time. Even with Magnus' eyes focused on the road ahead, he could almost sense Alec's eyes trained on him.

"I don't know, lovely. You tell me." Magnus said pointedly as thick splatters of rain began to pour from the grey covered sky overhead; pounding on the glass window shield of his car. Alec didn't say anything presently after that, making Magnus more than anxious in the least. He snuck a quick peak over at Alec from the corner of his almond shaped eye and found Alec starring out the front window dejectedly; an impassive hard look to his features.

"I can't drive. That's all. Not a big deal." Alec supplied after a few more moments and shrugged.

"It seemed to me that it was a bigger deal than you let on to make me believe—"

"Just drop it, okay Magnus?" Alec said rather coldly; definitely uncharacteristic of Alec in Magnus' eyes. He didn't push it any further, because truth be told Alec never pushed Magnus readily into a touchy subject he didn't want to talk about. He was, however, disappointed that Alec didn't feel the need to share something that seemed to deeply trouble him. But in retrospect, Magnus didn't know if he would ever be ready to talk to Alec about his mother, Palmer. He couldn't talk to anyone about it really, possibly James, Sarah, Olive and William were the ones who got bits and pieces here and there—but to a certain extent.

The rain was falling hard now, its puttering against the window boomed loudly throughout the car. Sooner than later, Magnus pulled into the rounded off driveway of his estate—the manor house complemented the back drop of the sky greatly. They both darted from his car—the rain hitting their heads and backs—over to the over hang, hovering above the large sleek black front door, held up by the large pillars on either side.

Magnus fumbled with the front door lock—which seemed relentless in opening at the present moment. "We'll have to go around back. Come on, lovely." Magnus hiked up the collar on his blazer and kept close to the sides of the dark house; Alec following in his wake. Again he had difficulties with the lock to the backdoor as him and Alec stood outside in the menacing rain. Finally the door gave way with a garing sound. Alec and Magnus quickly creeped their way over the threshold and into the large dome shaped room that was adjoined to the back of Magnus' manor.

"Wow," Alec breathlessly whispered, shaking water from his hair, as Magnus shut the door firmly behind him. Alec's blue fervent eyes scanned over the large space; mainly because the walls were adorned with rows upon rows of rounded bookcases, that surrounded them, ending as high as the dome ceiling would let them. A single dark wood, substantially large, desk sat directly in the middle of the room—and the smallest amount of furniture concluded with two bright white chairs laid structurally beside a grey marble fireplace set back into one of the bookcases base.

Magnus starred at Alec, as his expression stayed trained on one of fascination. "It's sort of my fathers office—although you could call it his new home, seeing as he rarely does come out of it as of late." Magnus felt the need to justify the vastness of the space around them, but found himself lacking the inspiration to come up with a legitimate reason as to why two men and two house keepers needed a house as outlandish as this one was.

"Because of your mom?" Alec innocently asked, returning his eyes to Magnus'. His charcoal black hair was dripping with rain water; his shirt soaked through, sticking to the delicious planes of his body. Magnus watched him gulp back a huge lump of uncertainty, seeing as they never really moved further past the subject of his mother dying—always keeping things at a minimal discussion.

"What?"

"Your dad... He spends a lot of time here because of what happened to your mom, right?" Alec continued, peering deeply into Magnus' eyes—searching for something, anything that Magnus could give him. But yet, Magnus knew Alec would find nothing because at that present moment in time, Magnus was in a certain phase in which his mind was wiped; his emotions towards his mother were stolen from him in a way. That would change indefinitely over the next few days, but at the moment it simply couldn't.

"Sorry, we don't have to talk about it." Alec offered a small sheepish smile, his cheeks burning with color.

"Thank you." Magnus whispered lightly, grabbing Alec's hand in his own, interlocking their fingers together. The contrast of their skin had never surprised Magnus before now. Alec with his pale clammy hands and Magnus with his tawny cold hands. "Now come on, lets not waste our time standing in the middle of my fathers office." Magnus began to lead them throughout the house, around different hallways and curves. It really was a labyrinth in layout, one which Magnus would never fully solve.

"I'm kind of hungry..." Alec began, gripping Magnus' hand tighter in his own. "Show me the kitchen," he bellowed, then laughed playfully to himself.

"Sure thing, Alexander." Magnus directed them more so towards the front of the house where the kitchen was located just shy of the dining room. Mid-way, Magnus stopped abruptly yanking Alec back to himself in a rush of movements. Alec crushed into Magnus for a brief moment before regaining his footing. He tilted his head to the side and gave Magnus a sweet questioning dubious smirk. "Or if you'd like, I can show you to my room instead..." Magnus said huskily, "then afterwards, once we're up there, who knows... You might satisfy your hunger." Magnus winked seductively and yet at the same time, suggestively at Alec.

Alec's mouth dropped slack open for a moment, his eyes becoming wide with his apparent shock. "Isn't it a bit too early for sexual innuendos to be in place?"

"Who said that was supposed to be a sexual innuendo? My, my, Alexander. I didn't know you had such a wondrous dirty mind." Magnus laughed at the fire cracker red flush that formed on the apples of Alec's cheeks.

"You're the one who made the innuendo! Not me!" Alec semi-whined; attempting to suppress a smile of his own.

"Well then, you are the one who caught on to it. So, in that case, we are both in fault of having terribly dirty minds." Magnus started to pull Alec once again through the dark lowly lit hallways and into the equally as dark front foyer.

"Yeah, well you were being more than subtle about it..." Alec rolled his eyes teasingly, following Magnus' lead up the left side of the grand double staircase.

"Stop complaining. You know you like it, Alexander." Magnus purred and unclasped his hand from Alec's, wrapping it around Alec's waist—pulling him close to his body. Magnus snuck a quick chaste kiss in before they came upon his bedroom door.

"No, I don't—" Magnus cut Alec off again with a lingering kiss this time, turning to face his body while cupping his jaw in his hands; loving the feeling of Alec against him. He pushed the door to his room open with his foot while still managing to keep Alec locked against him in a tight embrace. Both of their shirts were soaked through; their hair dripping wet against their foreheads; and their shoes squeaking loudly against the hardwood floor. They stepped further into the room—and Magnus made sure to close the door behind them.

Magnus continued to leave long kisses on Alec's lips—the taste of cinnamon lacing his tongue. He started to walk Alec backwards to his bed and at the same time they both managed to kick off their shoes... And now, slowly but surely Magnus was raising Alec's shirt over his head—their lips disconnecting for a short moment—as Alec took to pushing Magnus' blazer down his arms and off his body. Shortly afterwards Magnus' undershirt was gone too, left discarded on his bedroom floor with their shoes and Alec's shirt as well. The back of Alec's knees connected with the edge of Magnus' high fluffy bed and he stumbled pulling Magnus down with him on top of the mess of white and canary yellow sheets and blankets.

Magnus divulged his tongue into Alec's mouth, taking complete control of the situation—hovering over top of Alec with their bare chests rubbing against one another and the sweet scent of rain water wafting through his nose. Alec suddenly grabbed Magnus' hips, hooking his fingers into the belt loops at the back of his pants; flipping him over so that now Alec was hovering over Magnus in all his glory. Alec straightened his back out, so that now he was sitting up; straddling Magnus' hips, placing his calloused warm clammy hands on top of Magnus' bare chest—adding slight pressure.

"For the record, I'm still hungry." Alec pointed out, but Magnus could barely pay any attention as his eyes wondered over Alec's tightly coiled and muscled spotless ivory chest. He licked his lips seductively.

"Well we can still fix that... Right... Now..." Magnus smirked. Alec rolled his eyes and leaned down close to the left side of Magnus' face—his breath tickling Magnus' ear.

"Again with the innuendo's Magnus." Alec kissed him lightly behind his ear and then bit down on his earlobe.

"You like it." Magnus placed his hands along Alec's back; scraping his nails slowly down his spine and then finally placing his hands upon Alec's butt—gripping it hard.

"And again... No I don't."

A/N: Oh gosh, I hope you all don't hate me now... Sorry about the week long wait! School and work have really gotten in the way. I'll do my best to manage my time a lot better though—I promise! Ahh these boys, they don't know how to stick to the rules that they set in place. But I guess it is reasonable, given the situation they are placed in (both finding someone who they just want to be with all the time). Yeah, there are little hiccups in their relationship, but really no relationship is perfect. Sexual innuendos are fun! And really this was a care free kind of chapter, with a bit of under-lay of the Palmer situation. Don't worry at some point they will open up to one another—it takes time for those things to happen. They can't just automatically trust each other right off the bat with deep emotional and or personal things. However, they have... I guess... Trusted each other with their bodies already. I'll leave the end of this chapter to your imagination! Also, if any of you have started to read City of Lost Souls yet, and you've read maybe the second chapter (i won't give any spoilers), but to those who have read that—that is the type of Alec I am going for. One who is still shy, closed-off in a way, but comfortable around Magnus.

Without further ado, I would like to inform you guys that I will be posting the first chapter of 'Pillars of Sand' in the next couple of weeks. That fic won't be as regularly updated however... Because I do still plan on putting most of my time and effort into Castles Made of Sand. I just wanted to get my idea out there and see how it goes! Also, since you guys have waited so long for this chapter, I will give you a little snippet:

"How do you look the person you love in the eyes, and tell them you're ready to let go?"

Review! And tell me who you think that snippet it directed to and or who is saying it.

Amber,